For the first few years of her life, Dorial enjoyed a warm house and family. Her father was a blacksmith and her mother a seamstress. She was in heaven and had anything that she wanted, that is until she turned five. On her fifth birthday, her father was going to present her with a beautiful piece of metalwork that he created in his smithy. Unfortunately, he never made it home and the following search was unable to uncover any clues. In the end, still no one knows what happened.

Over the next ten years, Dorial was harassed and bullied by the other local children. "Dorial the unwanted" they would call her, teasing that her father didn't want her. During this time, she honed her senses to alert her when the other kids were lurking nearby and chose a different path.

At the age of fifteen, something snapped inside of Dorial. A group of children, all her age, had cornered her as they normally did and started calling her names. When the fire inside her erupted, she yelled out as a gust of wind flew from her body, knocking all of them back. Frightened, Dorial ran. And kept running until she could no longer see the city behind her. Exhausted and tired, she collapsed under a tree. The dream she had that night would start her down the path to druidism.

Soaring high above the clouds, 'From here, the people in that town look like tiny ants. Perhaps I should see what the commotion is.' Pulling her wings behind her back, she dives thousands of feet in mere seconds. The rush of wind against her beak only part of the exhilaration. Spreading her wings with less than a hundred feet before the ground, she rides the air current as she circles the town below.

'I can't tell what's going on, but it looks like those people are piling up bodies and burning them.'

The dream ends as Dorial awakens. The night still young, and a grin upon her face.